Yep, I’m stuck. And stuck is crap. Crapcrapcrap. I’m at my grandparents house, and that would’ve been fine, I guess, it’sn ice to see them and stuff, but it’s so boring! And I’m freezing, ’cause it’s goddamn cold. I’m very lucky to have my computer on the internet! You see, my grandparents doesn’t have an exceptionally good computer… But it’s still dead boring!

Whatever? Whatever, did you say? The world is not consumed by whatever, or is it? I thought the world was consumed by forever, but I must have been mistaken. Forever, whatever, forever, whatever. Does it matter, and if it does, do I care? Whatever. I guess that is my view on whatever. Whatever taking over the world, taking over me, but I’m already consumed by forever.

So, today I’m sort of depressed. Not only should the Harry Potter movie come out today before it was moved, but Twilight is coming out. If you have read any of my previous post it should be rather obvious that I love Twilight, and I still do. The reason I’m depressed is because it’s not coming to Norway before January 9th! It’s in 49 days! 49! And extremely many people gets it TODAY. Including the people in Sweden. Sweden is the neighbour country of Norway. I could drive there in… three hours or something! It is so UNFAIR. It’s crappy crap! xD

Now, onto happier things, yesterday, I discovered an AMAZING band! They are called 100 Monkeys, and they are very, very cool. It just makes them cooler that Jackson Rathbone is in it. Jackson Rathbone is a very cool person.

Psh. New school. Of course that was inevitable, but anyway. I hoped I would meet some nice people. My mother told me little, but she couldn’t stop the mouth on Mike Newton. Apprently, he was married to a Jessica Stanley, and they had a daughter named Kate before he left/stalked us. Creepy, I know. When I asked mom, she told me that Jessica wasn’t exactly nice, and gossiped a lot. If Kate still were there, I hoped she wasn’t like that… That’s all I really know about Forks High School. And to top it all, the car isn’t here yet, so I have to walk. I don’t like walking in the rain. Not after that night.

So, I’m just walking towards the school, when I’m practically assaulted by a very bouncy girl. “Are you Elizabeth Masen? Are you? Are you?” she asked, with a big grin on her face. “Yeah…” I answered, a little taken back by her enthusiasm. “I’m Sheila Williams!” she said, reaching out her hand. I shook it, and she leaded me towards the school. “Yo, Sheila!” someone called out to her. When she got a look at me she stared approvingly at Sheila. “You found the new kid? That’s great!” she said, and reached out her hand. “I’m Kate Newton. And you must be Elizabeth,” she said, shaking my head. I nodded. Their forwardness scared me.

I’m sick. More sick than I was before, when it was just a headache and stomachache. I have a GODDAMN cold… It’s crap. My throat hurts, and it’s a pain to swallow. I hate being sick… At the moment I’m packed in a woolen carpet, and eating lots of… you know, those tablets that are supposed to make you feel better? I don’t know the english word. It doesn’t help. I eat too much of them. You’re only supposed to eat two per hour or something like that.

Hello again. I’m in Forks now. Mrs. Fresh IS crap, and not the least fresh… She is REALLY old, and constantly calls me ‘Eloise’. Like in… ‘DEAR Eloise! I am so sorry about your poor mother, what was her name again? Ah, yes, Gabriella. It is so tragic with her suicide!’ She’s nuts. First of all, my name is Elizabeth, my mothers is Isabella and she did NOT commit suicide! It was a goddamn car crash! I’m going to stay out of her way. Most definitely.

My room is amazingly enough sound-proof. Strange, I know. It’s great, ’cause I can be on the phone as late as I want, practice on the violin, and the piano. I brought my keyboard, you see. And there even is a little kitchen here. Wait… a letter. “Dear Miss Masen. Mrs. Fresh is a very old woman, and I hope you don’t mind that you will live mostly for yourself. Your room is sound-proof, you have a kitchen, and a toilet, so I think you’ll be fine. Regards from Mr. Scott.” HAH. IN YOUR FACE MRS. UN-FRESH!

Tomorrow is my first day of school. I can’t say I’m looking forward to it… I have to start again with getting friends and stuff. I’m rather shy, so it will be a pain in the ass. I practice a little on the violin before I call Jeez. “JEEZ! I’m missing you already!” “I miss you to Rose. It’s crap you couldn’t stay here!” and all that jazz… I don’t bother typing it all out…